Here’s a poem I wrote in March 2018, two and a half years ago. In the two photos below you’ll notice the addition more plants and especially this weeks planter-box in the centre under my bedroom window, where I’ve recently planted some Cucumber seedlings…


Left-hand Image: March 2018. Right-hand Image: Today.
A Tiny Piece of Mother Earth, and Father Time Watching On
My courtyards bathed in morning sunshine.
I’m caringly watering various pot-plants.
Leisurely spraying droplets upon natures greenery.
Cacti and Succulents adorn rough timber shelves.
Previously Mum’s desert treasures.
She adored their smooth pastel hues.
Nurturing them like they were babies.
And now, I do too.
Living reflections of her love.
Reigning over us from above.
Below a sage bush, the tiny flower’s a mauve colour.
Rescued from the old homestead, Tullawalla.
Also saved were Dad’s gorgeous orchids,
And his stunning Day-lily, a vivid ruby-red.
Wind-bells chiming, I’m visualizing Dad walking by.
Wearing that Aussie Akubra shading his head.
The tomatoe Rapunzel climbs up high.
Bearing cherry-like fruit a plenty.
Entwining a Bougainvillea vine’s winding tall.
Purple flowers colourfully named Jazzi.
My favourite Geranium’s in full bloom.
The deepest dark red you’ll ever see.
Groomed from a small cutting, a glorious find.
Osteospermum, a yellow like daisy, looks divine.
Standing beside a hardy savivor, Limonium Blue.
Pots of natural herbs of onion and garlic chives.
And the strongly aromatic Lip Balm Monarda.
Overlooking the scenic array, Dad’s hanging basket.
A Drooping Violet soaking in moistening dew.
Our wedding flower, a memento of you.
Ivor Steven (c) October 2020
G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20
This is full of beautiful and heartwarming memories, Ivor: so pleased you were able to bring them back to life 🌺
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What a lovely tribute to the memories brought on by your garden, Ivor! 🌼 🌻 🌞
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Only a small plot Eugenia, but full of glorious memories 💙🌏
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I love that you have been able to keep plants from your parents. My grandmother loved roses and I always love caring for that plant because of the memories it inspires.
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Yes, definitely the memories live on 🌏💙
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